#four evils everest

[2evereverest2]

the first two to be killed were di ahn and wo ihn, who had the misfortune of encountering the very party of adventurers who were meant to be helping their master.

after dying in reality, their souls remained in the dark pocket dimension their master had created them in before unleashing their evil upon the world.

though created together, di ahn and wo ihn had never formally interacted. none of the four had.

now, they would finally meet.

[next part]

[wc-confessions]

(Lichenbark, I wasn't done writing about that my evil StarClan story so here is the rest.)

1) Wiped out HollowClan because they were jealous that HollowClan had more prey than the rest of the Clans, specifically, the founding Clan leaders. The wiped out HollowClan's entire bloodline and forced Swanstar's spirit to watch the Clans thrive.

2) Killed the founder of StarClan, Star. StarClan was never evil back then until a former medicine cat named Everest Night, who's been causing wars, death's, schemes, and murders was sent to the Dark Forest but she manipulated the four founder Clan leaders, Midnightstar, Meadowstar Swampstar, and Horizonstar into thinking that Star was evil. They believed her and eventually killed Star, having Everest Night take her place. StarClan became a dark place after that.

3) Tried assassinating Opalstar because she was the reincarnation of Star and StarClan knew that Opalpaw could have everyone turn against them so they tried zapping her with lightning but luckily, Swanstar's ghost was there to help her.

4) Let Pondfoot, who was an abusive mother who drowned her own kits in, but sent her kits, Echokit, Frondkit, Frogkit, and Bristlekit to the Dark Forest because Pondfoot didn't want to take care of them. Echokit, Frondkit, Frogkit, and Bristlekit later grew up in the Dark Forest and renamed themselves Echofur, Frondmist, Frognose, and Bristlethorn who later helped Opalstar make a new StarClan while the old StarClan became the new Dark Forest.

5) Helped Tatteredstar kill his own mate, Cypressfur, so he could give their kits to his deputy, Cherrystorm, because he fell in love with Cherrystorm but since Cherrystorm couldn't have kits (she was somehow infertile). StarClan later sent Cypressfur to the Dark Forest. When Cypressfur's two daughters, Goosewing and Ospreycry found out, they were livid and left the Clan but Tatteredstar and Cherrystorm caught up and killed them. Goosewing and Ospreyfur was later sent to the Dark Forest while Tatteredstar and Cherrystorm thrived.

During Opalstar's reign, she let the cats of the Dark Forest be the new StarClan while the old one became the new Dark Forest.

ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

Full name: Toulouse Specter Theodorevich

Date of birth: November 17, 1844

Character: kind (previously), aggressive, cunning

Loves: his family (previously), his wife (still) to freeze all creatures, Everest, command, North Wind, cook potions, disco

He does not like: his family (now), when his plans are ruined, the heat, the warmth, his great-grandchildren and their friends

Russian voice acting: Valentin Morozov, Ivan Okhlobystin (in the form of an evil reflection and a clone of Orm)

English voice acting: Wally Wingert, Sharlto Copley (in the form of an evil reflection and a clone of Orm)

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (as a story)

Last appearance in Fanon: Currently unknown

History: Toulouse was born in Los Angeles to his potion-making parents, one of whom was named Theodore. He got the ability to make potions from both his parents. Since childhood, he was friends with his future wife Audrey and a few years later married her and had a daughter Gertrude with her. When Gertrude turned 20, he and his wife told her to stop being friends with mice who did not have magical abilities. After the death of Toulouse, because of Scarlet King, he turned into Snow King (or King of the Mountain or SCP-1529) and began to live on Mount Everest. After Snow Queen was trapped in the Looking Glass, Toulouse followed his wife's orders to become an evil reflection of Orm. After Orm made a wish that he would never lie, Snow King turned into his evil reflection. He started talking to him in the form of a reflection, first when Orm had problems working at the mine, then after he was fired, and finally when Orm was left alone on the Black Cliff. But before that, he watched over his descendant in the ice palace, which he made himself. When Toulouse got out of the mirror world with the help of his great-grandson, he fought him and defeated him by turning his great-grandson into an invisible "ghost". After that, he ran away from him and summoned snow monsters to defeat Arrog and the rest of the mice. Later, Snow King froze Sheila by tricking her that he was her brother. Then King of the mountain threw Orm into the world of the ice mirror and began to have fun. But when Orm defeated him with the truth, Snow King was first sent to the world of the ice mirror, and then magically returned to Everest.

Interesting facts: Toulouse is one of four characters who has several actors in Russian or English or in two voiceovers. The Fanon says that in the Universe where SCP exists, it becomes known who SCP-1529 really is.

[ppenvs3000w24]

Blog 1: First of Many

Hello! My name is Pratik, and I am a 5th-year Zoology Major and Plant Science Minor. This is the first of hopefully many blog posts that I will be writing weekly for at least the next 3 months.

My current relationship with Nature is deeply rooted in my heritage and culture. I was born in Nepal where I spent the first 12 years of my life before immigrating to Canada with my family. Nepal is a country that focuses on agriculture and tourism and houses the tallest Mountain on Earth, Mt. Everest. Most of the people I knew grew up as farmers and villagers who deeply cared about their land and natural resources. This allowed me to grow up intertwined with nature where I both respected and feared the jungles of Nepal as they are home to Bengal tigers, Indochinese rhesus macaques, leopards, wild boars, and the Big Four snakes.

Kathmandu, Nepal where I grew up.

When I first started exploring the parks and conservation areas of Canada, I found it interesting how visitors did not fear the wildlife. This baffled me at first as I assumed Grizzly bears, cougars, and wolves roamed most of Canada and frequently clashed with the local populations like in Nepal. After doing some more research, I realized that none of the 3 animals roamed the parks near my place, and I, too, had nothing to fear like the local visitors. After 10 years in Canada, my fear of nature has eroded away, and nowadays, I frequently find myself exploring off-the-path trails and making my own path when exploring Nature. However, my respect for Nature persists as Nature, when disrespected, can be very unforgiving based on the countless tales I have heard from park naturalists, guides, and locals.  

As it stands now, my relationship with Nature is built on respect and a tiny bit of fear where I plan to center my future career around Nature and Academia, hoping to make them more accessible to the public.

Holding a Garter Snake for my Field Course Paper in Algonquin Park

The two people that offered me a sense of place in Nature were Steve Irwin and Jeremy Wade. Steve Irwin was my introduction to wildlife outside of Nepal, and he taught me that wild animals, specifically snakes, are not evil by nature. They are, instead, misunderstood due to their appearance, causing humans to cull them from their local range. In Ontario, the Timber Rattlesnake was extirpated by hunters due to the snake being venomous even though conflicts were rarer than perceived. Steve Irwin showed me that wildlife does not like to be bothered, and their actions against humans are often justified (hunger, young protection, habitat loss).

Jeremy Wade was a professional angler who hosted the TV show known as River Monsters. He traveled the world, searching for freshwater-inhabiting creatures mentioned in local folklore. I remember vividly that his show was one of the first to showcase Nepal outside of the Himalayas. He showed me that the local population is more than often the most educated regarding wildlife inhabiting their lands. Jeremy would always listen to the stories of the local population and explore any leads they provided no matter how fictional they sounded. He taught me that working with the local population is the best way of studying Nature in a new environment and their opinions should not be ignored.

Remic Rapids Park, Oattawa

[000life-is-meaningless000]

Eugenics <- Sacred !

Ethnic Cleansing <- Sacred !

Weak = Extinction

Moral's, Are a Mental Illness !

Humanity will not survive, we live in a shameless civilization, That's constantly shaming itself.

and only the intelligent people can't get rid of the fucking shame words that all the stupid heartless people that have no shame fire off like a fucking Uzi.

We live in a society that tolerates no strength no intelligence and says all strength intelligence dominations as shameless and deeply immoral.

when you live in a universe colder than fucking ice and more ruthless and brutal and violent than Mortal Kombat.

yes we do live in a society of pussies and cowards, more people are afraid of an omnipotent deity that couldn't give two fucks about them and they are afraid about aliens the universe or something else out there.

if it's all knowing and all powerful God was going to kill you he would have already done it.

I don't know It just might have all the power in existence and all the knowledge how to do it and it's omnipresent but people are more afraid of a thing that hasn't done shit then they are afraid of something that's going to do shit if it gets close enough.

👽👽👽

Anyone showing signs of strength and power Society goes completely insane because they've been deeply deeply fucking thoroughly deeply brainwashed & believe power and strength is some kind of Grandiose Sin.

There's a reason why I'm so obsessed with building up females and make them and Only the strongest most powerful women more ruthless more bloodthirsty and more violent and more cannibalistic and literally bigger than a man with giant fucking eyes.

We also live in a society that does the most insane thing that no animal ever does we live in a society that literally shame sex and says every kind of sex is some kind of deep shame.

Horny, The very thing that prolongs you and keeps your species in your race in your Clade Going is somehow sinful and disgusting and moral and evil I think I think there's a lot of aliens in the world that really find a way to Guilt Trip ( & Gas Lighting ) A Race into Extinction.

you should be bloodthirsty ruthless violent barbaric anything to survive is more important than your stupid fucking ethnics and morals !

I don't give a fuck if it's light side or dark side, not dying is the Good part !

😡 - we also live in a society & look upon people like me and think mental illness because they were so again thoroughly deeply fucking brainwashed I can't understand anything these people are doomed to death, I'm trying to see what Life is saying I can't understand,but I think that maybe maybe I just have to sit back with a cooler and just watch Society fall apart and die and watch all the idiots that got brainwashed taken advantage of get to literally destroyed billions upon billions upon billions of people going to end into it into death with a fucking belong but then again we'll end up dead in what you do but at least before you die you can at least leave behind that will continue after your existence.

👶🏻

Something bigger, stronger, healthier, more sane and more logical more rational.

Doesn't care about morals but then again it's not heartless and does not go against empathy or compassion does not suffer narcissism, but if not without a big ego.

The Ego is Sacred but Narcissism is a Profound Sickness.

. . .

I wonder why ? of thee/the End Time's, I Wonder Why I Really Wonder, Why ? I'm here maybe I'm here just to sit back and watch it all burn.

Maybe, I just have to sit back and just wait for society to come to an end wait for 8 billion people to literally end up dead.

All these fucking idiots keep reading making more idiots and more idiots making more idiots.

like a fucking virus spreading more and more than multiplies in a fucking planet, also keep in mind viruses destroy everything in a body while they also don't respect the body they've invaded their virus is completely selfish and it destroys the body as it reproduces just as humans destroy the planet as they constantly reproduce viruses are also very fucking stupid they're crafty and survival to a degree but they're really fucking stupid just like humans are really really fucking stupid.

as for someone like me I don't aim to destroy the planet I'm only looking to preserve I'm only looking to grow stronger not myself, I could care less about my fucking self, I'm a worthless soul but the women are not.

Females Are Sacred Absolutely Absolute, the reason I'm so mean around women is because they have a responsibility for greatness and a weak and worthless female cannot stand up to a greater female.

you're probably going to read this fucking thing to the end and wonder if I'm starting some kind of cult.

No.

I'm not starting no called I don't like cults I don't want no damn cult I'm trying to show you a better way how to do things but I don't think it's going to work I think this post is going to be another flop.

Society is too headstrong and their morals the light shines too hard and too bright you can never help anybody as it turns & there is no Night, A Brake in the moral insanity !

So, I really think that this post was another flop it will get nothing done but make me look worse.

the morals of people are too strong the brainwashing is too deep the culture is too sick and the weak breed like a virus.

and upon the Earth they've become a disease.

🫡 - I pray for the end times and I pray for Gaia's Wrath.

I want to see if these damn aliens attack the world but they keep failing and getting shut down, TheGray's, fuck up constantly.

! ! ! ! ! ! !

I will Explain in detail how to do sex the right way, Soon if my account hasn't been deleted After Posting This.

[anthony-thailitblog]

5 Thai nonfiction books

A history of Thailand by Chris Baker, Pasuk Phongpaichit: Covering the past three centuries of Thai history, this book reveals how a landscape of sparsely populated forest and jungle was transformed into villages and paddy fields, with a rural society of smallholder peasants and an urban society populated mainly by migrants from southern China. It demonstrates how throughout the twentieth century, Thailand has been drawn into the international system, the American camp in the Cold War, the economic gambit of rising Japan, and more recently, the forces of globalization. The authors also survey the country's transformation accompanying massive social evolution over recent decades. (Control of the nation state is still contested between forces with a patriarchal belief in change from above, and advocates of democracy and liberal values.) (summary from https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/234376.A_History_of_Thailand)

Jim Thompson the legendary American of Thailand by William Warren: One afternoon in April 1967, James H. W. Thompson disappeared under strange circumstances in the mountainous jungle of central Malaysia. The legend of Jim Thompson began...(summary from https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9640668-jim-thompson-the-legendary-american-of-thailand [translated from https://www.google.com/search?q=translate+french+to+english&rlz=1CAHVCY_enUS990&oq=translate+french+&aqs=chrome.0.0i433i512j69i57j0i512l8.6798j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8]

Sit and cry: two years in the land of smiles By Burgess Needle: Burgess Needle’s day-by-day account of his life as a Peace Corps volunteer in Thailand in the late 1960s offers the reader insights into rural Thai life and culture, the impact of the Vietnam War, the angst of living in a completely strange environment, the struggles of trying to communicate in an alien language, loneliness and the desire for love or at least physical contact. Whether or not one lived through the turbulent Sixties, this volume offers a singularly unique perspective on that era. (summary from https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35685703-sit-and-cry )

The king never smiles: a biography of Thailand's Bhumibol Adulyajed by Paul M. Handley:The first independent biography of Thailand’s Bhumibol Adulyadej, whose image as a benign Buddhist god-king masked one of the world’s most politically powerful thrones ( summary from https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/149942.The_King_Never_Smiles )

Serpentine: A True Odyssey of Love and murderous Evil by Thomas Thompson: This acclaimed book reconstructs the bizarre, bloody journey of a mesmerizing but sinister young man named Charles Sobhraj. Journeying back and forth over half the globe - from the boulevards of Paris to the slopes of Mount Everest to the underbellies of Bangkok and Hong Kong - Sobhraj left in his wake a trail of baffling mystery and inexplicable horror. He also led the police of a dozen nations on a chase that ended at least twelve and possibly twenty-four corpses later with a mere seven-year prison sentence in Delhi. Since when he has been released...In masterly fashion Thompson examines the lives not only of the intelligent, charismatic, conscienceless and thoroughly dangerous Sobhraj but also of the unsuspecting victims that he drugged, robbed, sometimes tortured and without a qualm killed. First published in 1979, Serpentine continues to offer a reading experience as frightening as it is unforgettable. ( summary from https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/411169.Serpentine_ )

[brookston]

Holidays 5.21

Holidays

Afro-Colombian Day (Colombia)

Agricultural Fair Day

Anti-Terrorism Day (India)

Circassian Day of Mourning

Daylilly Day (French Republic)

Day of Patriots and Military (Hungary)

Emergency Medical Services Day

EMS Health, Wellness & Resilience Day

End of the World Day

Feast of the Triple Scoop

Global Accessibility Awareness Day

Hug Your Interior Designer Day

Hummel Day (a.k.a. Sister Maria Hummel Day)

"I Need A Patch For That" Day

Journée Nationale des Patriotes (National Patriots' Day; Quebec)

Keanu Reeves Day

Lilies and Roses Day (UK)

National American Red Cross Founder’s Day

National Mamey Day

National Memo Day

National Patriots’ Day (Quebec, Canada)

National Talk Like Yoda Day

Natura 2000 Day (EU)

Navy Day (Chile)

Neighbor Day (Rhode Island)

Passion Play Day (Germany)

Pogo Stick Day

Rapture Party Day (2011 prediction by Harold Camping)

Red Cross Day

Saint Helena Day (Saint Helena)

Sanja Matsuri begins (Tokyo, Japan)

Send a Letter Day

Slap a Patch On It Day

United States Cyber Command Day

World Day for Cultural Diversity for Dialogue and Development (UN)

World Fish Migration Day

World Meditation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Tea Day [also 12.15]

National Mourvèdre Day

National Waitstaff Day (a.k.a. Waiters and Waitresses Day)

Strawberries and Cream Day

3rd Sunday in May

Aunt's Day [3rd Sunday]

Bay to Breakers Race Day (San Francisco, California) [3rd Sunday]

Commemoration Day of Fallen Soldiers (Finland) [3rd Sunday]

Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Political Repressions by the Soviet Regime (Ukraine) [3rd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Tonga) [3rd Sunday]

Flower Day (Michigan) [3rd Sunday]

I Am An American Day [3rd Sunday]

International AIDS Candlelight Memorial [3rd Sunday]

International Day of the Baltic Harbour Porpoise [3rd Sunday]

My Other Mother's Day [3rd Sunday]

National Famine Memorial Day [3rd Sunday]

No Menthol Day [3rd Sunday]

Peace Day [3rd Sunday]

Ride a Unicycle Day [3rd Sunday]

Rural Life Sunday (Canada) [3rd Sunday]

Soil Stewardship Day [3rd Sunday]

Stepmother's Day [3rd Sunday]

Take Your Parents to the Playground Day [3rd Sunday]

World Baking Day [3rd Sunday]

Independence Days

Montenegro (from Serbia, 2006)

Southwest Vineland (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Valentia Riqueza and Grandeza (a.k.a. ValeVRG; Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agonalia (Ancient Rome) [also 1.9 & 12.11]

Albrecht Dürer (Artology)

Anastenarides Feast (Ancient Greek festival of dancing barefoot on hot coals)

Arcangelo Tadini (Christian; Saint)

Adílio Daronch and Manuel Gómez González (Christian; Saint)

Christopher Magallanes, and other Saints of the Cristero War (Christian; Saint)

Day of the Twins: Beginning of Gemini (Astrology/Pagan)

Emperor Constantine I (Christian; Saint)

Eugène de Mazenod (Christian; Saint)

Felix of Cantalicio (Christian; Saint)

Festival for Vevodus (God of the Dead, Swamps & Volvanic Movements; Ancient Rome)

Festival of Demeter (Greek Barley Mother Goddess)

Festival of Vejovis (Roman God of Healing)

42 Day (Pastafarian)

Franz Jägerstätter (Christian; Saint)

Free Money Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Godrick of Finkley (Christian; Saint)

Green Four-Net (Muppetism)

Helena of Constantinople (a.k.a. "Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal-to-the-Apostles,” Eastern Orthodox Church, Anglican Communion)

Henri Rousseau (Artology)

Hospitius (Christian; Saint)

Ponder Pointlessness Day (Pastafarian)

John Elliot (Episcopal Church)

Saint Camping’s Day (Discordian)

St. Luke (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 24 of 60)

Premieres

Alison, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1977)

Annie (Film; 1982)

The Conquest of Everest, by John Hurt (Memoir; 1954)

Curtain Razor (WB LT Cartoon; 1949)

Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid (Film; 1982)

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde (Silent Film; 1908)

Gimme All Your Lovin’, by ZZ Top (Music Video; 1983)

Godzilla vs. Kong (Film; 2021)

Gypsy (Broadway Musical; 1959)

Hot Shots! Part Deux (Film; 1993)

Injun Trouble (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Mad Max 2 (Film; 1982)

Maybellene, recorded by Chuck Berry (Song; 1955)

Notting Hill (Film; 1999)

Ohio, by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Song; 1970)

Pagliacci, by Ruggero Leoncavallo (Opera; 1892)

Past Perfumance (WB MM Cartoon; 1955)

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be, sung by Doris Day (Song; 1956)

The Real World (TV Series; 1992)

The Return of the Pink Panther (Film; 1975)

Riptide, by Vance Joy (Song; 2013)

The Road Warrior (Film; 1982)

The Secret of the Hittites, by C.W. Ceram (History Book; 1956)

Shrek Forever After (Animated Film; 2010)

Snow Excuse (WB MM Cartoon; 1966)

Sour, by Olivia Rodrigo (Album; 2021)

Star Wars, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (UK Film; 1980)

Terminator Salvation (Film; 2009)

Under the Boardwalk, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1964)

What’s Going On, by Marvin Gaye (Album; 1971)

Today’s Name Days

Christoph, Constantin, Josef, Julio (Austria)

Elena, Konstantin, Kosta, Kostadin, Kostadinka, Lenko, Stoyan (Bulgaria)

Dubravka, Eugen, Kristofor (Croatia)

Monika (Czech Republic)

Helene (Denmark)

Kindel, Konstantin, Kostel, Tiino (Estonia)

Konsta, Konstantin, Kosti (Finland)

Constantin (France)

Hermann, Konst, Wiltrud (Germany)

Constantine, Constantina, Elena, Elene, Eleni, Helen, Konstantina, Konstantinos, Lena, Nantia (Greece)

Konstantin (Hungary)

Angelo, Giulia, Vittorio (Italy)

Ernestine, Ingmārs, Vinija (Latvia)

Vaidivutis, Valentas, Vydmina (Lithuania)

Eli, Ellen, Helene (Norway)

Donat, Donata, Jan, Kryspin, Przecława, Pudens, Tymoteusz, Walenty, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)

Constantin, Elena (România)

Zina (Slovakia)

Cristóbal, Virginia (Spain)

Conny, Konstantin (Sweden)

Constance, Constantine, Helen (Ukraine)

Adelric, Adiel, Audric, Keaton, Kendrick (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 141 of 2024; 224 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 3 (Ji-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 1 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 1 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 20 Bīja; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 8 May 2023

Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 1 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Luke]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 63 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 1 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Ḏū al-Qaʿdah [ذُو ٱلْقَعْدَة] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 11 of 12] (The One of Truce/Sitting)

Gemini (The Twins) begins [Zodiac Sign 3; thru 6.21]

Saint Paul (Catholicism) [Month 6 of 13; Positivist]

Sivan (a.k.a. Sīwān or Siwan) [סִיוָן / סיוון‎] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 3 of 12]

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.21

Holidays

Afro-Colombian Day (Colombia)

Agricultural Fair Day

Anti-Terrorism Day (India)

Circassian Day of Mourning

Daylilly Day (French Republic)

Day of Patriots and Military (Hungary)

Emergency Medical Services Day

EMS Health, Wellness & Resilience Day

End of the World Day

Feast of the Triple Scoop

Global Accessibility Awareness Day

Hug Your Interior Designer Day

Hummel Day (a.k.a. Sister Maria Hummel Day)

"I Need A Patch For That" Day

Journée Nationale des Patriotes (National Patriots' Day; Quebec)

Keanu Reeves Day

Lilies and Roses Day (UK)

National American Red Cross Founder’s Day

National Mamey Day

National Memo Day

National Patriots’ Day (Quebec, Canada)

National Talk Like Yoda Day

Natura 2000 Day (EU)

Navy Day (Chile)

Neighbor Day (Rhode Island)

Passion Play Day (Germany)

Pogo Stick Day

Rapture Party Day (2011 prediction by Harold Camping)

Red Cross Day

Saint Helena Day (Saint Helena)

Sanja Matsuri begins (Tokyo, Japan)

Send a Letter Day

Slap a Patch On It Day

United States Cyber Command Day

World Day for Cultural Diversity for Dialogue and Development (UN)

World Fish Migration Day

World Meditation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Tea Day [also 12.15]

National Mourvèdre Day

National Waitstaff Day (a.k.a. Waiters and Waitresses Day)

Strawberries and Cream Day

3rd Sunday in May

Aunt's Day [3rd Sunday]

Bay to Breakers Race Day (San Francisco, California) [3rd Sunday]

Commemoration Day of Fallen Soldiers (Finland) [3rd Sunday]

Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Political Repressions by the Soviet Regime (Ukraine) [3rd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Tonga) [3rd Sunday]

Flower Day (Michigan) [3rd Sunday]

I Am An American Day [3rd Sunday]

International AIDS Candlelight Memorial [3rd Sunday]

International Day of the Baltic Harbour Porpoise [3rd Sunday]

My Other Mother's Day [3rd Sunday]

National Famine Memorial Day [3rd Sunday]

No Menthol Day [3rd Sunday]

Peace Day [3rd Sunday]

Ride a Unicycle Day [3rd Sunday]

Rural Life Sunday (Canada) [3rd Sunday]

Soil Stewardship Day [3rd Sunday]

Stepmother's Day [3rd Sunday]

Take Your Parents to the Playground Day [3rd Sunday]

World Baking Day [3rd Sunday]

Independence Days

Montenegro (from Serbia, 2006)

Southwest Vineland (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Valentia Riqueza and Grandeza (a.k.a. ValeVRG; Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agonalia (Ancient Rome) [also 1.9 & 12.11]

Albrecht Dürer (Artology)

Anastenarides Feast (Ancient Greek festival of dancing barefoot on hot coals)

Arcangelo Tadini (Christian; Saint)

Adílio Daronch and Manuel Gómez González (Christian; Saint)

Christopher Magallanes, and other Saints of the Cristero War (Christian; Saint)

Day of the Twins: Beginning of Gemini (Astrology/Pagan)

Emperor Constantine I (Christian; Saint)

Eugène de Mazenod (Christian; Saint)

Felix of Cantalicio (Christian; Saint)

Festival for Vevodus (God of the Dead, Swamps & Volvanic Movements; Ancient Rome)

Festival of Demeter (Greek Barley Mother Goddess)

Festival of Vejovis (Roman God of Healing)

42 Day (Pastafarian)

Franz Jägerstätter (Christian; Saint)

Free Money Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Godrick of Finkley (Christian; Saint)

Green Four-Net (Muppetism)

Helena of Constantinople (a.k.a. "Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal-to-the-Apostles,” Eastern Orthodox Church, Anglican Communion)

Henri Rousseau (Artology)

Hospitius (Christian; Saint)

Ponder Pointlessness Day (Pastafarian)

John Elliot (Episcopal Church)

Saint Camping’s Day (Discordian)

St. Luke (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 24 of 60)

Premieres

Alison, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1977)

Annie (Film; 1982)

The Conquest of Everest, by John Hurt (Memoir; 1954)

Curtain Razor (WB LT Cartoon; 1949)

Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid (Film; 1982)

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde (Silent Film; 1908)

Gimme All Your Lovin’, by ZZ Top (Music Video; 1983)

Godzilla vs. Kong (Film; 2021)

Gypsy (Broadway Musical; 1959)

Hot Shots! Part Deux (Film; 1993)

Injun Trouble (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Mad Max 2 (Film; 1982)

Maybellene, recorded by Chuck Berry (Song; 1955)

Notting Hill (Film; 1999)

Ohio, by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Song; 1970)

Pagliacci, by Ruggero Leoncavallo (Opera; 1892)

Past Perfumance (WB MM Cartoon; 1955)

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be, sung by Doris Day (Song; 1956)

The Real World (TV Series; 1992)

The Return of the Pink Panther (Film; 1975)

Riptide, by Vance Joy (Song; 2013)

The Road Warrior (Film; 1982)

The Secret of the Hittites, by C.W. Ceram (History Book; 1956)

Shrek Forever After (Animated Film; 2010)

Snow Excuse (WB MM Cartoon; 1966)

Sour, by Olivia Rodrigo (Album; 2021)

Star Wars, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (UK Film; 1980)

Terminator Salvation (Film; 2009)

Under the Boardwalk, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1964)

What’s Going On, by Marvin Gaye (Album; 1971)

Today’s Name Days

Christoph, Constantin, Josef, Julio (Austria)

Elena, Konstantin, Kosta, Kostadin, Kostadinka, Lenko, Stoyan (Bulgaria)

Dubravka, Eugen, Kristofor (Croatia)

Monika (Czech Republic)

Helene (Denmark)

Kindel, Konstantin, Kostel, Tiino (Estonia)

Konsta, Konstantin, Kosti (Finland)

Constantin (France)

Hermann, Konst, Wiltrud (Germany)

Constantine, Constantina, Elena, Elene, Eleni, Helen, Konstantina, Konstantinos, Lena, Nantia (Greece)

Konstantin (Hungary)

Angelo, Giulia, Vittorio (Italy)

Ernestine, Ingmārs, Vinija (Latvia)

Vaidivutis, Valentas, Vydmina (Lithuania)

Eli, Ellen, Helene (Norway)

Donat, Donata, Jan, Kryspin, Przecława, Pudens, Tymoteusz, Walenty, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)

Constantin, Elena (România)

Zina (Slovakia)

Cristóbal, Virginia (Spain)

Conny, Konstantin (Sweden)

Constance, Constantine, Helen (Ukraine)

Adelric, Adiel, Audric, Keaton, Kendrick (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 141 of 2024; 224 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 3 (Ji-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 1 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 1 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 20 Bīja; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 8 May 2023

Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 1 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Luke]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 63 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 1 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Ḏū al-Qaʿdah [ذُو ٱلْقَعْدَة] (Islamic Calendar) [Month 11 of 12] (The One of Truce/Sitting)

Gemini (The Twins) begins [Zodiac Sign 3; thru 6.21]

Saint Paul (Catholicism) [Month 6 of 13; Positivist]

Sivan (a.k.a. Sīwān or Siwan) [סִיוָן / סיוון‎] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 3 of 12]

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Everest. Chapter 16.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2400+

Chapter 16:

Four months have passed. Four months since Tony took a nosedive with the dwindling amount of trust he already had with his teammates. Four months since Y/N took matters into her own hands and left without a hint as to what she'd do to bring justice to Marley and individuals like her.

Three months since she unassociated herself with SHIELD... Again.

Two months since Steve heard from her updates on the mission.

A month and a half since Nat lost her trail.

One month since everyone else on the team stopped hanging off the ledge, they knew she was teetering on... Everyone except Bucky.

Thirteen hours since, Bucky had come to the conclusion that he would only be able to aid her if she came and asked for it herself. No amount of sleuthing would tell him how Y/N had effectively made herself a ghost in the wind.

"Bucky? Buck- Hey, Barnes!" Sam's voice was muffled in the background of the brown noise Bucky had been playing for the last hour in his headphones. They were supposed to be noise canceling, but that goes for normal-hearing individuals, not super soldiers.

Bucky groaned and sighed long before sitting up from his bed and removing one side of the headphones.

"What?" he said bitterly.

"We're having dinner as a team, well, at least a small group of the team, in the den tonight. Movie night and Surf n' Turf, thanks to Tony still trying to butter us up and apologize to us," he smiled in a friendly manner, hoping to coax his friend out of his cave.

"Not hungry," Bucky shook his head, putting the headphones back on and laying down again. He hoped the motion and clear body language that he was uninterested in the invitation would ward him off, but it was Sam...

He heard the door shut, and when he felt a dip toward the corner of his bed, he knew the sound wasn't because Sam had left. He was about to get a nice little veteran therapy session.

"Want to talk about it?" Sam sighed.

Bucky had the volume in his ears on as loud as it would go, but nothing could cover the sad tone in Sam's voice.

"There's a reason my headphones are on, and my bedroom door was shut," Bucky answered, keeping the headphones secure on his head.

"Yeah, but it wasn't locked," Sam countered.

"You're point?"

"If you ask me, you subconsciously want someone to talk to."

Bucky sat up again and took the headphones off completely.

"What's there to talk about?" he feigned in confusion. Sam just blinked like he wasn't in the mood to play the game Bucky was starting. "What's there to do about it?" Bucky rephrased, seeing that Sam wouldn't leave as long as he played hardball.

"Not much. Y/N's going to do her own thing, and if she doesn't want us interfering, then that's her choice. And also her ability to keep us out of it. But that doesn't mean you don't have to talk about it if it's bugging you."

"Bugging me would be you showing up late for training because you got sidetracked. This is more like..." He wasn't sure how to put it into words. Yes, he was troubled with what Y/N could be facing on her own, but it was more than that. It was a form of worrying that he couldn't quite explain.

"I know what you mean," Sam nodded, saving him from having to explain his anxieties. "I've been there with her once or twice. But if there is one thing I've learned, she can handle it. Whatever it is, she's handled it before, most likely."

"How many times can a person handle the same trauma and downsides of being human on repeat before it breaks them down?" Bucky asked, looking at him as if that was the question that weighed on him.

Sam shrugged, picking a piece of lint off his jeans.

"I don't think that limit is set in stone. I also think that question can only be answered by someone who's lived through the trials themselves."

"But I can't ask her. That's the problem. That's what got me stuck in this headspace," Bucky groaned, running a hand through his hair that had grown out.

"It sucks. Join the club," Sam chuckled. "On the bright side, the club has multiple members who understand what you're going through. All of which will gladly lend an ear to listen if you come to dinner tonight."

Bucky stayed quiet as he stewed in the advice. But his mind wandered to other places he had tried to steer clear of the last five months.

"Showing up on her doorstep one random evening..." Bucky started. "It feels like-"

"If you say you're fault, I'll do exactly what Y/N would do and throw you through that wall right there," he pointed ahead at the barrier that separated his space from the hallway.

Bucky gave him a look of defeat.

"Listen, all we can give her is time. Drudging around and thinking about worst-case scenarios never helped anyone. She'd say the same things," Sam stood and pocketed his hands in the front of his jeans. "Dinner is still an option if you're feeling up to it, but if not, let me know if you want to talk later. I have to meet Steve right now, but my invitation stands for whenever you need it."

Bucky gave a small smile and nod, showing he appreciated the gesture. Sam sent a nod back, giving Bucky his space again and shutting the door behind him.

__________________

A month later, Bucky and a small group of teammates were returning after a long mission.

"Barnes!" Bruce yelled off in the distance of the hangar. 

Bucky followed his name and saw Bruce frantically walking to him from behind another aircraft.

"Banner," he acknowledged. "What's going on?"

Bruce, slightly out of breath, smiled at him and organized a few of the sheets in hand as he came to a standstill.

"I need to talk to you about something," he straightened.

"Ok..." Bucky looked at him, confused, waiting for him to continue.

"Oh! Not here," the scientist shook his head. His voice became a whisper. "How do you feel about eating somewhere in the city? Lunch? It's on me."

"Um, sure... Should I invite-?"

"No. Just us," Bruce shook his head. "Meet me in the garage in the next 20 minutes, and we can head out."

With that, Bruce turned around and started heading on to his next task.

Bucky was confused yet curious.

Bruce and he got along pretty well, considering they were two of the quieter Avengers, but there wasn't much time spent alone.

Either way, Bruce seemed urgent about whatever it was that he needed to talk to Bucky about, so he quickly changed into civilian clothes and met him where the scientist asked of him.

The car ride was quiet. Nothing more than a few exchanges of what Bucky's most recent mission had consisted of and small talk. However, the trained spy could tell whatever they were going to talk about clearly couldn't happen at the compound or in a borrowed SHIELD car. Bruce had something under the radar to tell him, and he was counting down the minutes until he was enlightened.

They pulled up to a small, hole-in-the-wall dinner. It was just clean enough not to be dirty, and Bucky took notice of the 24-hour sign in the front display blinking in neon with the N at the end of Open burned out.

Once seated, Bucky ordered a coffee and told the waitress to leave the pot. He was exhausted from the extended mission they had gotten back four nights later than expected; he needed help from the caffeine to comprehend what was coming to him.

Bruce seemed nervous and paranoid a bit. He looked around him, fiddling with his hands and waiting for the right time to talk about whatever he had brought his teammate there for.

After the waitress brought them their drinks- leaving the pot- Bruce pulled out a file from the bag he had brought with him.

"I think we're all clear," he mumbled as he ruffled through the papers.

"All clear for what, Bruce?" Bucky questioned, taking a quick glimpse of the papers as the scientist turned them over and reorganized a few.

"She wanted only you to know about..." Bruce didn't finish the sentence as he softly trailed off. "Ah! Got it," he picked up a few papers and turned them over to Bucky.

Instead of answering his question, Bruce nodded him on to read what he held. The soldier gave him a puzzled look but went on to read the report in front of him. His eyes went from concentrated befuddlement to slow shock as he read further and further.

Flipping from one page to the next, Bruce watched him scan the documents, reading every detail and taking in all the notes. Five silent minutes passed before he spoke up again.

"Why did no one tell us?" Bucky asked, looking at Bruce with wide eyes.

"We received the reports through a PO box just two days ago. We didn't even know any of this was happening until we got an encrypted email saying the location of the information with a riddle to find the key to it. No name, no connections to tie the letters to, and no trail," Bruce answered.

"But you think it was her?" Bucky asked.

"We know it was. This was just her way to do it without being connected to SHIELD and to prevent us from finding her again."

In front of them was a mission report of all that Y/N had done to bring an end to the Chimera. Written in detail like an agent's report would be expected to and giving background on those captured and turned in.

She had single-handedly, as far as they knew, destroyed the group that was the Chimera. She raided compounds, hunted down escaped scientists, freed and found places for those victimized by the group, destroyed weapons, stole experimentation reports, and lastly, captured the head of it all. The same person they thought they were going for all those months ago was actually in the hands of the US government now.

He would be sent to the Raft for three life sentences and then some. Of course, he was accompanied by his closest assets, also left practically with a bow on top by her.

"I thought she would-" Bucky started.

"Bring an end to them all in a completely unethical way?" Bruce chuckled. "Yeah, we all did. But I think we also forgot that Y/N has never been a fan of having blood on her hands. Even when the option seems the most pleasing. Sometimes rotting in a jail cell for the rest of your life is worse than death."

"Where is she now?" Bucky was quick to ask.

"Right... That's the next thing," Bruce nodded, pulling out a small envelope from his bag now. "This came to me, but there's a note in it for you."

Bucky looked at his outstretched hand and slowly took the letter. As he started to read it, Bruce elaborated on it.

"She found the serum that Stark was trying to get his hands on that mission Sam got injured on. She was scared to bring it back in the case it ended up in the wrong hands. She doesn't necessarily want SHIELD to have access to it, but she felt as though someone should know the formula in case it was needed one day..." Bucky looked up at him, waiting for more. "We both worked on some tests with it and figured out the start of a formula. She, of course, had to go and carry out the rest of her mission, so I continued to work on it under wraps during that time."

"Y-You have it?" Bucky asked. "Bruce, if anyone gets ahold of it- one wrong person and-"

"I know. I'm not," Bruce smiled at his friend's reaction. The one he was hoping for. "It's been in safe keeping with me. No one even knew I was working on it. However, Everest is the only person I trust to keep it truly safe."

Bucky looked down at the letter, trying to see what part he missed.

"I'm confused about where I play a part in all this," Bucky shook his head, handing the letter back, but Banner stopped him, pushing his hand away.

"She asked me to send you with the formula back to her house."

"Me?" He was shocked at the trust he was being given.

"I would do it, but it would raise suspicion with me leaving. I'm afraid Tony may connect two and two together for me working day and night in the lab and then leaving for the middle of nowhere Europe."

He took a second to process the new information.

One, Y/N had defeated an entire terrorist group full of evil scientists wanting to wreak havoc on the world in a total of 4 months, all on her own.

Two, the serum that almost got Sam killed in action was solved and about to be handed over to him. Never mind that this type of serum could be world-changing, and it was simply written on the back of an old index card with a grocery list on the other side.

Three, Bruce was asking Bucky to appear on her front porch yet again to hand off important information. They all know what happened the last time he was in charge of that kind of strategy.

"Wait," Bucky put the letter down and shook his head. "Why me, though? Why not Steve or Nat? They would be trustworthy in all this, too."

"I wasn't given an explanation, Sarge. All I know is when she asked me to work on this from the start, she said she wanted you sent when I was done," Bruce sat back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with a slight grin.

Bucky was still trying to come up with a reason where it made sense, but he was coming up blank.

She was closer to literally everyone on the team outside of him. Sure, they had grown close, and he was grateful for their friendship in the short time they had gotten to know each other, but what about everyone else? What about their friendships?

"Look. I know this is a lot, but there isn't much time to debate this," Bruce sighed with a sad smile. "We need to get this formula out of here as soon as possible. The longer we wait around with it, the chances of it getting corrupted and used by the wrong people continue to multiply."

Bucky nodded before taking a deep sigh. "Ok, I'll go. There's no need to persuade me further. I guess I'm just shocked by everything."

"You can read the whole report on the plane ride if you want, but I warn you. It can get graphic in places," he moved to take a sip of the stale coffee in front of him.

Bucky dipped his head, looking at the multiple pages he had yet to skim over. In-depth stories of what she saw, did and conquered in the last half of the year.

He had questions for Y/N outside of the report, though...

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[Riconti] Coffee weather

For the "Seasonal food/drink" square in my Riconti October bingo! Rating: G Word count: 1.3k ao3 link

This was a terrible date.

Ace’s skin was damp from sweat and rain, his previously unused sneakers already chafing as he dragged his feet through wet leaves and mud and expected to slip any second.

Oh, and his date just kept walking ahead on the stupid hiking trail at an inhuman pace.

"Hey, c'mon," Ace complained, already out of breath. "Wait up!"

"Hurry up," Felix said, not even turning to look at him. "We're almost there."

"Just hold on—shit," Ace cursed as he nearly stumbled over a root. "This sucks."

"We've only been hiking for fifteen minutes," Felix said.

"Yeah, fifteen minutes of pure, uphill cliffside!"

"It's not even steep," Felix huffed. "You can rest once we're at the top."

"Easy for you to say, with your young, spry, mountain-climbing body—"

"It's only a small hill,'' Felix protested.

"Might as well be Everest," Ace huffed.

Felix snorted but at least he finally stopped. Ace groaned and leaned against a tree, panting to catch his breath.

"Wow, I'd forgotten what dying feels like," Ace said.

Felix rolled his eyes. "You're being dramatic."

"I'm old," Ace protested.

"You're not," Felix said. "But maybe now you'll consider joining me at the gym sometime."

"If this is some evil, mastermind plot to get me to work out—"

Felix huffed. "Come on, that's enough of a break."

"Ugh," Ace groaned as he pushed himself off the tree and continued walking. "Don't worry about date night, Ace, he said. I've got it all planned out, he said. You'll have fun, he said."

"And you said Oh, I love surprises!"

"I should've realized once you got out those sneakers you bought for me," Ace sighed dramatically. "But no, I thought we were gonna play tennis or you'd teach me golf or something, you know, actually romantic, and not this torture—"

"If you spent more energy on walking instead of complaining, we'd already be there."

"Oh come on," Ace said. "I'll climb this stupid mountain for you, but I'm not going to be happy about it."

Felix winced. "Just a little further," he said, looking genuinely apologetic.

Shit, Ace didn't mean to actually make Felix feel bad. Sure, he might hate hiking, but he'd put up with much worse for Felix's sake, what with regularly taking hatchets and chainsaws to the face for him.

"Okay," Ace said. "But once we're there, I expect a proper goddamn break before I'm even considering hiking back down."

Felix smiled. "Deal."

It really was only another minute or so before the trees cleared around the top of the hill. Felix pulled Ace up one last, steep step—which Ace wasn't happy about, but at least it was more dignified than scrambling up on all fours—before they were greeted by a view over the Bavarian countryside.

Ace slumped down, his hands against his knees for support. “Finally!”

“Come on,” Felix urged, “let's find a place to sit down.”

Ace's legs trembled more than he would have liked as he followed Felix to a flat part of the cliff. Felix shrugged off his backpack and pulled out a blanket, spreading it over the wet rock.

Because no matter how insistent Felix had been on this hike, the fact remained that neither of them were nature people. Merely imagining Felix getting a bug in his sweats and the screaming that would ensue brought a smile to Ace’s face.

Finished setting up their resting spot, Felix wordlessly held out a water bottle for Ace.

“Thanks,” Ace said and unceremoniously flopped down on the blanket.

While Felix shuffled to sit beside him and kept rifling through his backpack, Ace gratefully gulped down water while taking in the view.

They weren't as high up as the torturous incline would have suggested, but Ace could still see miles of sprawling countryside even with the overcast weather. The wind was stronger up here and the gentle rain wasn't unwelcome on his heated skin. The only sounds apart from Ace's heavy breaths was the rustling of fallen leaves and the muted sounds from traffic down on ground level.

It was actually kind of nice.

“Here,” Felix said.

Ace turned to see that Felix had laid out a small picnic on the blanket. There was a thermos and the smell of coffee in the air, with two paper cups, spoons as well as a see-through container of something…beige, and mushy, and…

Felix popped the lid off of the box and as Ace saw the sprinkled espresso powder on top, his smile widened.

“You brought tiramisu?” Ace asked, excited for his favorite dessert. “When did you even have time to go to a bakery?”

“This morning." Felix frowned into the container. “Though the cake didn’t seem to survive the trip very well.”

“Oh, who cares?” Ace said, gingerly grabbing a spoon. “It’s the thought—and the taste—that counts!”

“You’re right.” Felix smiled and set the container down between them.

Ace didn’t hesitate to scoop out a big spoonful of tiramisu mush while Felix poured them coffee. Once the taste of chocolate, coffee and cream exploded in his mouth, Ace let out a filthy moan.

“God,” Ace said. “I don’t know if it’s the mountain air or what, but this tastes fucking amazing.”

Felix chuckled. “We’re only 60 meters high.”

“Don’t care.” 

Taking a sip from the mug Felix handed him, Ace could recognize the taste of freshly-ground beans. Felix had really gone all out.

“Damn, this sure beats a granola bar as far as hiking snacks go,” Ace said. He took another bite of cake and washed it down with good espresso. “I’m dangerously close to starting to enjoy the outdoors.”

“I’m glad,” Felix said, before looking down at his cup. “I, ah… I wanted to thank you.”

“For complaining twenty minutes straight as soon as we stepped out of the car?” Ace asked.

“No,” Felix huffed. “For coming with me.”

And then he was reaching over and placing his hand on Ace’s, with one of those small, gentle Felix-smiles that always made Ace weak in the knees.

“I know you don’t like hiking,” Felix said. “But you still came with me and walked all the way to the top. I’m happy we could do this together.”

“Aww, pumpkin,” Ace crooned, the dessert momentarily forgotten as he clasped Felix’s hand in both of his. “If dragging my ass up some hill makes you happy, you can be damn sure I’m doing it every time. I might complain a little—or a lot—but I hope you know I don’t mean it. More than anything, I just love spending time with you.”

Felix’s hand squeezed Ace’s, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Me too.”

Unable to resist, Ace leaned in for a kiss. Felix hummed into it, gently tucking some of Ace’s damp hair behind his ear.

Yeah, Ace decided while kissing coffee-flavored lips and cupping Felix’s still-smiling face. Hiking truly wasn’t so bad after all.

—

Their break ended up taking longer than planned, due to Ace insisting on feeding Felix his half of the dessert and then listening to Felix critique some ugly, modern houses they could see from up here. But Ace didn’t mind in the slightest; the blanket was surprisingly comfortable to lounge around on, the coffee was warm, and Felix looked so genuinely happy.

And then Felix stood and said “Okay, let’s get ready to head back down” and Ace groaned in dramatic suffering because he’d forgotten he was still expected to move.

“Okay, next date night?” Ace said. “I’m planning the whole thing, and the only exercise it will involve is walking from our couch to the front door to accept the food delivery.”

Felix chuckled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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x pairing. yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader

x genre. s m u t lol

x warnings. sub!yamaguchi, thigh riding, mommy kink, handj0b, uhhh, good boy(??), soft dom!reader

x request. yes!

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yamaguchi loves you. you are honestly the best thing to ever happen to him. you’re kind, loving, honest, beautiful, and the fact that you love him back is more than enough for him.

with all of these amazing qualities that you have, you also have one that yamaguchi isn’t so fond of.

you’re always so busy.

he really does admire your work ethic and how you always make him strive to be the best that he can be (not to mention you sound very hot when you tell him to leave you alone) but sometimes yamaguchi gets needy.

tonight was one of those times.

you’d had a long day full of paperwork and all you wanted to do was take a warm bath and cuddle up with your boyfriend. unfortunately for the both of you, your evil boss sent you home with a stack of papers high enough to rival mount everest.

of course you were being dramatic but it really did feel like that much, especially after your third hour of ignoring yamaguchi’s whines while sitting on the couch in front of the tv with your laptop.

you felt horrible for doing so but you really, really needed to get this done and you knew if you stopped to take care of him, there was no way these papers would be finished before the deadline.

yamaguchi understood too but he was painfully hard and he knew if he couldn’t have your touch, he wouldn’t get off.

“yn~” your boyfriend called your name for the seventh (or was it eighth? you stopped counting) time, adding an extra whine on this one. he knew how much that got to you judging by the self-satisfied smirk on his face. besides the heat between your legs, you felt another kind of heat coming on; anger.

it wasn’t often that yamaguchi disrespected you, usually being all too eager to please but today it seemed, he wanted to be a brat.

that’s okay. you can do brat.

you silently set your papers next to you on the couch but you kept the laptop teetering precariously on your left thigh. yamaguchi had gone quiet, watching you intently as though he was just waiting for you to close your computer and ravish him in bed.

unfortunately for him, that was not at all the case.

not once did you remove your gaze from your computer screen as you motioned for him to come closer, to which he hastily obliged. he was hoping that you’d unbutton his pants and suck him off or maybe you’d push him on his back and ride him. of course what he was really hoping for was for you to push him down on all fours, press his face in the mattress, and just rail him. the strap was in the back of the closet and yamaguchi was practically vibrating with anticipation. that was until you snapped your fingers at him to get his attention and pointed to your thigh.

oh. oh.

you had never had him ride your thigh before. usually when you were super busy, you would just jerk him off quickly, leaving him sleepy and satisfied. he clearly was not expecting to have to do the work this time, the shock very apparent on his freckled face.

your patience was running out, snapping once more, prompting yamaguchi into action. he tentatively made his way towards you, placing his long legs on either side of your right thigh. a soft whimper left his lips as his hard cock met your thigh, his hips immediately bucking at the pressure.

you let out a slow sigh through your nose, your eyes trained on your screen as your boyfriend rocked himself against you. your cunt clenched around nothing as his hand found it’s way to your shirt, holding on tight. by now, a steady stream of noises were escaping his lips, most being moans of your name and needy curses.

you tried to continue typing but yamaguchi proved to be distracting even like this, his head dropping forward to rest on your shoulder and his cock leaking precum against your bare thigh. your eyes flickered over at the wet sensation only to feel your breath catch in your throat and another wave of slick to stain your panties.

yamaguchi was panting brokenly against you, a warm blush overtaking his cheeks and tears pricking his tightly shut eyes. as your eyes moved further downwards, you pulled your lower lip in between your teeth in order to keep the whimper from slipping out. when you weren’t looking, yamaguchi had pulled his dick out of his shorts and now openly rutted against you.

“mommy, please,” he moaned against your neck, tears slipping down his cheeks. you rolled your eyes and shut your laptop causing yamaguchi to let out a moan of relief. of course you still needed to get your work done but your boyfriend was more important at this moment (plus when he was moaning your name so prettily, he was hard to resist).

you turned to place one of your hands on his hip, gently moving him against you while pressing soft kisses to the freckles littering his cheeks. “what do you need baby? be a good boy and tell mommy what you want her to do, okay?” you muttered against his ear making him cry out again, hips moving faster against your thigh making an absolute mess of you.

“i-i need you, mommy, i ca-can’t make it feel like it does with you, please, touch me~” his words came out like a flood, only serving to cause your stomach to clench in arousal.

something about your boyfriend not being able to come without you, made you feral.

you nod, not trusting your voice to speak, too afraid that you might give away just how affected by him you were. your hand wrapped around his leaking cock and he keened, a long, loud moan of your name leaving his lips alongside a few stray tears spilling from his eyes.

you gently moved your hand up and down his shaft, making sure to rub your fingers over his sensitive, red tip. he bucked his hips into your touch, desperately chasing his high while your own arousal was ignored for his sake. his quivering lips, pink cheeks, bright red cock, and twitching thighs signaled to you that he was close. he just needed one final push.

quickly switching hands, you moved the fingers coated in his essence behind him, tracing their way down his back and between his cheeks. yamaguchi tensed in your hold at the feeling but as you continued to jerk him, he relaxed, arching his back and asshole towards your wandering fingers. you couldn’t help but grin at his eagerness, two of your fingers slipping inside of him.

his back arched as a whimper left him and your fingers continued their search on his insides. after what seemed like years of being held teetering on the edge of the biggest orgasm of his life, your fingers in his clenching hole finally found their destination, carefully rubbing on his prostate.

the reaction was exactly what you had hoped- yamaguchi’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and his thighs and abs twitched as his cock emptied rope after rope of warm cum all over his stomach, your thigh, and the couch.

the pleasure was so immense that he passed out, only barely registering the warm cloth in between his legs cleaning him up. his mind was still in a haze as you helped him to your bedroom, lying him down on your plush sheets and tucking him in. you smiled down on him before mentally rolling your eyes at the memory of all the paper sitting on the couch.

you turned to go back to the living room when a hand shot out from the mountain of blankets, grabbing your wrist and yanking you onto the bed. you opened your mouth to protest but yamaguchi’s hand covered it before pulling you further into his chest and kissing you on the forehead.

you thought about fighting it for a moment but the need to sleep and cuddle with your boyfriend overwhelmed the thoughts of anxiety and work. your eyelids grew heavy as you melted into his strong arms. you were nearly asleep when you heard yamaguchi’s voice whisper softly in your ear, the words leaving a smile on your face as you drifted off to sleep.

“sleep well honey. i love you.”

[cant-blink]

Snowball Fight!!

Mothra and Shin Ghidorah had a snowball fight!

Shin has been spending a lot of time with the moth, as she shows him around the planet, trying to teach him the beauty of the world that shouldn’t be destroyed as he had intended. It’s an ongoing lesson, trying to teach a Ghidorah not to wreck shit. But there’s progress, she feels.

This time, she brings him to the peaks of the Himalayas and atop Mt. Everest. The snow was beautiful and fresh and the view amazing. Mothra even shares a little story with him.

“The humans love to climb this mountain, and one time while I was up here, a human made the climb up. I guess he wasn’t expecting to see me, because the second he saw me, he was so scared that he slipped and rolled all the way back down the mountain. I felt so bad.”

Shin was amused by this story, enough that he decides to lay himself down on his belly, and slides down the mountain like a penguin!

Mothra was taken aback at first but at Shin’s prompting, she slides down after him. It was a lot of fun!

Upon reaching the bottom, a devious smirk came upon the evil dragon’s snout and he revealed to Mothra a power no other Ghidorah possesses!!

Hands to make SNOWBALLS!!!

The horror on her face was real as she realizes her fate is sealed and she squeaks as she’s hit by the snowball.

“BIDIBIDIBIDI!!!”

But she recovers quickly, shaking the snow off of her. “Oh, oh, you wanna play games? Okay.” And throws a snowball back at him. Only for him to deflect it with that gravity barrier of his. That cheater!!

But the indignation gives way to more horror and fear as Shin reveals FOUR snowballs, in both his hands and his tail pincers! Mothra dodges them and hides behind a rock.

Shin’s evul, sinister amusement only grew and he calls out to her. “Ms. Mothra, you know by now that there is nowhere you can go where I can’t get you.”

“Yeah, but it’s better to try than getting hit by a snowball bigger than me!”

Shin chuckles and begins flying towards the rock and a duck-and-cover game of chase ensues as Mothra tries to seek cover from the snowballs!! She hastily scrambles up her own snowball and throws it at him. Once more, deflected by the gravity barrier! Dammit!

The Ghidorah makes another snowball, his words sending a chill down her exoskeleton. “Tell me, Ms. Mothra. Have you ever witnessed the wonder that is a Gravity Snowball?”

“Why do I not like the sound of that?”

Shin shoots the snowball with a quick and small Gravity Beam before he launches it, which under Shin’s gravity powers, begins to follow Mothra like a heat-seeking missile!! 

Behold, the sight of Mothra being chased by a snowball!

“I DECLARE HAX!!” she yells out. “I’M REPORTING YOU!!”

After some jukes and dodges, Mothra begins flying directly towards Shin. He knows what she’s trying to do. “Ha, you mistake me for a Gigan.”

He ducks as Mothra and the snowball swoops over him. Another Bidibidi echoes through the mountains before- “Such a skilled flyer you are, Ms. Mothra, but can you handle five of them?”

More snowballs to join the chase!

“Okay, new plan. New plan.” Mothra mutters to herself. She ups her evasive action, as Shin continues to watch from the ground below. Her mind is quick and sharp and with a lightbulb going off over her head, she swoops for Shin once more.

The Ghidorah tilts his head slightly, perhaps he overestimated the intelligence of this Earth creature if she is trying this failed tactic again. Then again, earth creatures in general never did set a high bar for intelligence to begin with.

He ducks, but to his surprise, a blind ray of light emerges from Mothra and engulfs him. His unblinking eyes were assaulted and rendered useless and his moon-crests senses her life force veering away from him. Within that same second, he felt the cold impact of snowballs hitting his body.

“Yeah!!! WHOOO!!!” Mothra squeaked and Shin shakes himself. His vision slowly returns and he sees Mothra posing with those beautiful wings spread in a victory pose! “I FINALLY beat a Ghidorah!!”

“....” Shin’s jagged mouths curled into a smile once more. “Quite clever, Ms. Mothra.”

“I thank you!” she squeaks, flying to land by him. She was still so happy, Shin could tell, and it was... kinda adorable. He could hit her with a surprise snowball in retaliation right now. But he doesn’t. Let her have this victory. The Void knows, she doesn’t get victories often.

“So,” Mothra continues. “Wanna go to Sumatra next?”

Shin begins to float into the air in preparation for the flight. “Yes, let’s.”

[kousagi7hikari]

The Keeper of the Haunted Mansion

On this, the spooky day, and the last day of OCtober, I wanna tell you some stuff about the story my Mansion Keeper is in!

Plot

Allison Vanderlund is a 14 year old girl who spends a lot of time at Walt Disney World. Her favorite ride of all time is the Haunted Mansion.

One day, she gets on the ride by herself to check it first thing in the morning (she got special permission, her dad is an imagineer) and is addressed by the Ghost Host. He informs her that there is an evil trying to drown the parks in darkness. He gives her a brooch that allows her to transform into The Keeper of the Haunted Mansion (Mansion Keeper, for short.)

Bad Guys

The bad guys are four “Generals” led by a mysterious being (It’s the Phantom Blot.) Each of them represents a reverse park.

Black Castle-A young woman who is only concerned with her beauty and being the best and most loyal to her boss. (and maybe overtake him one day)

Geodesic Cube-A young man who likes causing chaos and messing with rides and things. He hates anyone who is not like him and his family.

Cut Take-A young child who is very much unlike their family. They are fascinated with the movies and films, knowing they wouldn’t exist without them. They do not want to fight.

Poison Oak-A little girl who is prim and proper and hates animals. They are stinky and loud and tromp all over her precious plants! Now if only she could control her hair as well as her plants…

With every General Allison defeats, she releases a spirit of the parks

Park Spirits

Castle Keeper-A woman who looks like the epitome of a Disney Princess. Each main Disney park with a castle has a Castle Keeper, but none of them look the same. She is kind and fair, with a sense of adventure and a love of the past, but is always looking towards tomorrow. She loves telling stories and comforting those in need.

Sphere Keeper- A young woman who is very particular, but always willing to learn new things. She desires to make a better world through science and technology, but sees the values of art as well. She can also speak each of the languages present in the world showcase, as well as a few others, such as Russian.

Scene Keeper- A woman who is very much like an old-timey movie director. She likes things fast or running on time. She wants everything in order and where it’s supposed to be, lest someone gets hurt. 

Tree Keeper-A little girl who is a combination of Mowgli and Tarzan. A true wild child, she loves all of nature and would probably be able to befriend even the Yeti on Expedition Everest. (Yes, she  too is bummed that he can’t move anymore.) Since she was the most recent park made, she appears the youngest.

More stuff about her can be found here 

[thewebcomicsreview]

So, it’s not a webcomic, or based on a comic, or anything, but my friends and I have been Netflix Partying Altered Carbon, and guys, this show is so fucking bad. It’s one of the dumbest stories I’ve ever read and I’ve read Homestuck 2. 

The basic premise is that humans have encoded their brains onto a ghost stack, and can transfer their consciousness into a shell sleeve. The protagonist is a Japanese person named Motoko Kusanagi Takeshi Kovacs, but because Hollywood is racist the character is placed into a white person’s body belonging to the Swedish-American Scarlett Johansson Joel Kinnaman, who has all the charisma of a bottle of Febreeze. 

Kovacs is Sasuke Uchida who gets laid. He’s the best at guns, the best at fighting, and every woman in the series wants to fuck him. The cop who hates him? Wants to fuck him. The wife of the billionaire he’s working for? Wants to fuck him. His little sister? Oh boy! 

This show is aggressively misogynistic, and not just in the usual way with sexoposition and a new dead prostitute every other episode, everyone in this show uses degrading language towards women constantly, even characters we’re supposed to like, such as the IT guy in the police department who casually mentions to a woman that he got in trouble for complimenting her areolas at work (which she’d apparently forgotten?). The billionaires wife shows up at Kovac’s hotel, brags that she modified her body to have aphrodisiacs “in my lips....and in my cunt”, which is simultaneously gross, unsexy, and nonsensical (despite talking about webcomics a lot, I’ve touched one or two of them boobs, and ladies if he’s actually in your vagina the seduction is complete. That’s a free dating tip from The Webcomics Review Dot Tumblr Dot Com).  At one point, Kovac’s love interest visits the Big Bad’s clone storage, and the villain pops out of a clone bed for some full frontal female nudity and tries to naked kung-fu the love interests to death and gets shot in the head because the cop has a gun, so then she jumps into another naked clone, charges the love interest again, and gets shot in the head again. This happens seven or eight more times before she runs out of clones. This was her trap. 

Speaking of the big bad, apparently, this was based on a book, and the show changed it so that the villain was Kovacs’ little sister who wanted to get back with him and kind of maybe fuck him a little, too. But they never actually changed her plan to account for her new motivations, so nothing she does makes any fucking sense at all. To the point where, when she explains her plan to get Takeshi revived so they could get together, her plan does not include reviving Takeshi. It mostly just involves murdering underage prostitutes in spaaaaaace. 

The one good thing in this show is that Takeshi’s sidekick is a holographic Edgar Allen Poe with a shotgun. This is such a great idea that the writers kill him off for a cheap “Be sad!” moment.

Nevertheless, we persisted, because one of my friends knew that the lead was recast as Anthony Mackie, and at the start of the watch said she wanted to see Anthony Mackie’s ass. This offhand comment became the guiding star of our journey. Altered Carbon became our Friendship Everest, where we would climb the peaks of Mackie cheeks or die in the process.We watched the show not because we wanted to, but to prove to god that we could withstand it. So we went on. We made it to season 2. And there were signs of hope. Anthony Mackie was more charismatic than Joel Kinnaman, the season literally opened with Poe being not dead anymore, and he got way more screentime (albeit mostly being sad because Takeshi was a douchebag to him for no reason all the time but also he meets an Indiana Jones-y girl AI and they start making A-eyes at each other), and they even dropped all the casual misogyny. Sure, Takeshi woke up in Anthony Mackie’s body when it was handcuffed and his first act as a black man was to literally break his chains, and that was a worryingly on-the-nose sign, and the shows writing just got dumber and dumber. The Anthony Mackie body, we learned, was part wolf, and not in the sense that he was, like,

had wolf parts, or couldn’t eat chocolate, or had a keen sense of smell or wolf powers or an unusual desire for snausages, but in the sense of

....

um.....

Actually they never explained why he has wolf DNA in the episodes we saw. It was mostly just so the bad guys could make Lone Wolf puns.

But anyway, someone who looks like Takeshi’s girlfriend who died 300 years ago shows up and everyone just assumes it must be her because they forgot the entire premise of the show means that people can be in bodies that look like other people and it’s happened repeatedly, and this causes everyone involved to make an increasingly escalating series of nonsense decisions.

In episde 4, the evil soldier captures some rebels, and the evil governor is like “Oh no! The evil soldier may learn of my secret evil side hustle! I must stop him from interrogating these prisoners”. Her plan to keep the soldier from getting suspicious is to take custody of all the prisoners away from him (over his objections) and kill them. How does she do this?

She hosts a big party with fireworks and all the prisoners she’s trying to disappear are strapped to the fireworks and the soldier guy finds out about this because she invited him to the party. Look, he’s literally two feet away from them and looking at them and going “Actually this only makes me more suspicious tbh”. 

And that was it. Four episodes into Season 2 and we tapped out. God was right, we couldn’t do it. 

So we decided to watch She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power instead. It is a much better show and we were all in agreement that it was a good switch.

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a copy of a story i wrote in 9th grade.

A takeover of unreasonable measures, by jade.

It was a normal day, just like any other. I stood at my station in sector ⬽:➻. To pronounce it correctly, I’d have to tear out your tongue. But that's beside the point. I was scanning the travelers’ holo-passes as I did every day. I made sure they were fit for entry. If they weren’t, well, they got shoved into a disintegration chamber, which was just a massive and very intense tanning bed meant for giants, and were disintegrated on the spot. It was a simple job. It paid well and had good benefits. No insurance though. I was happy. Now, you see… today was not going to be normal. In any way at all. Because unbeknownst to me there was a fleet of ergon warships headed my way…

Just before my lunch break, I received a distress signal from a human named Wain: 

“Help. If anyone can hear me, there's a fleet of *chrzch* warshi- *chrzch*headed for y- *chrzch*” That's what I remember him saying. There was a lot of interference but it sounded like a warship fleet was headed our way.  I didn't know what kind of madmen would try to invade this place. We were the most heavily protected sector in the galaxy. But it's better to be prepared than to be steamrolled by surprise. So I went to my weapons cache and retrieved my acidic sniper rifle. It was a nice long white gun, with a glowing neon green stripe along each side. The gun had a shape similar to a sideways vase with a handle on the bottom. My rifle, or the “mountain melter” as I called it was strong enough to create a hole in the side of a warship about the size of the old Mount Everest on Earth, and then continue to break apart the warship through the acidic properties of the bullet. It was the only one of its kind, as they stopped production after somebody destroyed the factory with said rifle. I ran up the stairs in my cramped workspace to my sniper nest and shut down the border. I laid down and set my scope to 300x zoom. I could see a small fleet of warships headed our way. I couldn't take a shot because I couldn't afford to miss and alert them that we knew they were there. At the pace they were moving, they would arrive in exactly 2 hours, 39 minutes and 46 seconds. I had to find the war captain and warn him.  

I beamed down to the planet and approached the captains office doors. They were massive mahogany doors that opened into a gargantuan, cavernous room. I’d only been there once, when I'd been assigned to my station. But there were massive burns and cuts in the wall.- the kind that could only have been caused by a laser beam. I opened the doors and there he was. Dead. His limbs severed, his guts hanging out and his face mangled beyond recognition. I only knew it was him because of his uniform. I didn't have enough time to look because at that moment, a laser sword stabbed me through the arm. Any other sword would have caused me to bleed out, but a laser is superheated and instantly cauterizes the wound. I screamed in pain and turned to see none other than [3825968], our best swordsman. The swordsman himself, with his sword still stuck in my arm. He was an interesting character, a robot with human emotions. He didn't have a face but instead, a white sleek plate. He was tall and lanky, but that didn't make him look any less threatening. He was a streamlined type, a lot like the Japanese bullet trains on earth. He conveyed emotion by projecting emoticons onto his blank white face with a hologram projector built inside of him. He had the evil face emoticon projecting on his face. He was completely silent, without even a breath. I punched at his face and it changed from >:) to >:(. I could feel my knuckles shatter against his titanium skeleton structure. But the adrenaline and fear of death kept me going. I pulled out the sword with my other hand and sliced it through his right arm. It fell off in one clean motion and the exposed wires slowly merged. His face turned from >:(  to (ಠ_ಠ) and kicked me across the room. The impact was softened by the war captain’s corpse. I didn't have time to apologize because within a moment I was trying to keep [3825968] from tearing my face off. I managed to reach the captains desk and push a trapdoor button, causing me to fall down, down, down what felt like the longest fall ever, into the courtyard below. [3825968] fell after me and landed on his legs, which were far stronger than mine, and leapt towards me. I rolled away at the last second and kicked off his back panel, exposing his battery. He lunged at me three or four times and on the final lunge,and I managed to kick out his battery and shut him down for good. 

I didn't know what could have made our most loyal swordsman turn against us, but I had a feeling it had something to do with the warship fleet heading our way.  At this point though, I had to worry about healing my wounds and not dying. Once I reached the medical bay I could see that [3825968] had already been there, but there were also other burns and holes in people. Holes that a sword couldn't have made. I didn't have time to think about it because I was starting to feel sick from the pain. I grabbed some morphine and quickly injected myself with it. Next was my arm wound, but there wasn't much to do about that other than disinfect and bandage it up. My knuckles were nearly shattered after blindly punching [3825968]'s metal face. So I got a hand cast. This cast allowed me to continue moving my fingers, because it was built specifically to keep bones together and allow continued hand use. 

After I finished up in the medical bay, I headed out and found the warden's office. It was locked up tight and I could hear him crying on the other side. I guess [3825968] hadn't gotten to him yet. I knocked on the door and he yelped in surprise. 

“Hey, it's me. I think we might be the only survivors of this attack. You don't know me, and I don't have a name, that you could say at least. I work at the border patrol in sector ⬽:➻”

The warden let me in and quickly closed the door behind us. He told me that the attack was worse than I had thought. The war fleet I had seen was on its way to take over our planet, and had already sent drop pods full of soldiers down to our planet, to soften our defenses before trying to negotiate an agreement. But we weren't going to stand down and let our planet fall to the enemy. It may be a craphole of a planet, but it's our craphole of a planet, dammit. So, the warden and I grabbed our weapons and headed out. I still had [3825968]’s sword but I had also grabbed my incendiary submachine gun, my subzero shotgun and of course, my trusty mountain melter. The submachine gun was of an interesting design, with a sheen black body and flames shooting out the sides. It had a simple shape, like a long pistol. Now the shotgun was of an old fashioned design. It was an almost wooden pattern with sky blue iron sights. The warden just had his massive bronze and green gauntlets and a lack of self preservation, a handy thing to have in this kind of place. So, without any regard for our surroundings, we ran headfirst into battle.

 The warden's gauntlets were massive, around the size of the long extinct great dane dogs of earth. They smashed through the shields of the riot troopers, an enemy dressed in shiny sleek body armor, a lot like the design of [3825968] but they held large riot shields and laser batons. The warden's gauntlets smashed right through and blasted holes through the troopers. I took hold of my incendiary submachine gun and blasted away a small group of gunners, melting them on the spot. In my other hand I held my shotgun, which instantly froze the enemy in a block of ice upon being shot. So I took [3825968]'s sword and sliced the frozen figure into an ice sculpture of the headless horseless horseman, which means I just sliced off his head. Another drop-pod flew in, immediately crushing the warden. I shot it with my mountain melter and killed everyone inside. I didn't have time to mourn the warden because at that exact moment, a riot troop had their baton around my neck. It was red hot and I could feel the skin on my neck burning and peeling off. I managed to take hold of [3825968]'s sword and sliced through the troops waist. I took the shotgun, which was cold to the touch and pushed it against my neck to sooth the burns. I accidentally shot it off releasing an even bigger blast of cold onto my neck, and killed a random trooper nearby. My neck was freezing but it felt good on the burns. I was surrounded by riot troopers and a heavy gunner. The heavy had a massive suit of medieval looking battle armor, but it was new and mechanical, with a sleek design similar to that of [3825968]’s chassis. There was a generator on its back, probably it's only weakness. I didn't have a very clear shot, and my shotgun was out of ammo. The submachine gun was a terrible shot for accuracy, and I had to conserve ammo in my mountain melted, which I was going to need for my escape. I threw [3825968]'s sword at the heavy, it sliced right through the generator and blew up the heavy as well as at least 10 other troopers nearby. I shot the mountain melter down onto the ground and it melted instantly, causing me and every trooper in the city to plunge down into a cave system.

 I survived by blasting the ground below with my submachine gun until it was melted slightly, enough that it would be soft. It would have burned me to a crisp on contact had I not landed with my braced hand. The brace was nearly indestructible and not even my mountain melter could break it. I landed softly and pushed myself off and out onto the cold dark cavern floor. I was sure the fight above had broken my tailbone. And the fall couldn't have helped at all. I stood, and I could feel the sharp pain of the bones piercing my rear. I had sent the entire city down into these caverns. I knew the medical bays wreckage couldn't be too far. I took ammo from every trooper I could find, and soon had enough to survive another fight. Every step caused agony in my rear end. I eventually found the wreckage of the medical bay, and put on an ass-cast(™). It set the bones in my tailbone back into position and would prevent any bullets from going up “main street.” It felt comfortable enough, and I could still maneuver well. I began my climb up onto the planet’s surface. Hopefully I can find a beaming station to teleport to a more civilized location on the planet, hopefully still untouched by the ergon corporation. Once I finished my climb I realized just how much I had damaged the city. It was gone. All of it. Every single building, every single person or creature had fallen and died in the pit. I had no hope of finding a beaming station. Unless one of the stray drop pods had one inside. 

I headed for the closest drop pod I could see, maybe five clicks away. I kept my submachine gun out, just in case I ran into a stray trooper who had somehow escaped. It was an almost desert landscape, cracked ground and nothing to be seen other than the drop pod in the distance. I had a feeling I was going to find a trooper still in there, so I kept my gun pointing forward, safety off. I finally got there and carefully opened the door,only to find a small creature, one I called a frost hound. It was nearly pure white, and had glowing blue eyes that almost appeared to be aflame. It had light blue, jagged claws and light blue razor sharp teeth. It immediately jumped and snatched my gun out of my hand, crushing it instantly,like a kid crushing a can under his foot. All I had was my mountain melter and my shotgun, both of which would be useless. It was near impossible to get a hit with the melter, and any miss would cause my death. The shotgun was useless to me in this, because this hound could resist any form of cold, even in the form of a bullet. So I tossed my guns aside and punched the beast with my casted hand, shattering several of its teeth. It got angry at me and leapt, gripping the cast in its jaws and trying to tear off my arm. I kicked it in the stomach but the beast wasn't fazed. So I bit back, it was cold as hell-vÍti, the old norse underworld. This time the beast receded, so I bashed its face with my cast again and again, until it had a mouth of all gums. The beast wouldn't give up, and this time started swiping at me with it claws. If those made contact I was its next meal. I bashed each individual paw as they came at me, and eventually the beast had nothing else to hurt me with. So I simply lifted it off the ground, and threw it as far away as I could. I stepped into the pod, and accidentally pushed the wrong button, teleporting me directly onto the ergon mothership. 

I was in a hallway of sorts,  it was a long, bright, white hallway with neon orange stripes on the walls. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and started to panic, because all I had was the mountain melter and my submachine gun, both of which could highly damage the interior of the ship and I did not want to die on this ship. I was going to have to be sneaky. I went into prone and took aim with the sniper, set it to a five-times zoom and waited for the trooper to turn the corner. The trooper never turned the corner. Instead they grabbed me from behind and confiscated my weapons. They had snuck up behind me after getting the beaming aboard alert. They dragged me by the shirt collar and tied me to a table. I knew they were going to interrogate me, likely with extreme measures. They wanted easy access to the planet, but dammit I wasn't going to give it to them. I still had my hand cast on, even though it was slightly dented from the frost hound attack. I slipped it off with a jerk of my hand and threw it at the gun cabinet, it exploded and killed the troopers, setting off the alarms.

 My knuckles seemed to have healed enough to move my fingers without too much pain. I quickly ripped my arms through the ropes and grabbed my mountain melter, which had luckily survived the explosion. I knew what had to be done, and it broke my heart to know what I had to do. I took as much fabric and extra random trash I could find and shoved it down the rifle barrel until it was clogged. It would fire once more and explode releasing all its possible energy. It would destroy the ship, and every other ship nearby. Running to the pod bay, I took an elastic and put it over the trigger, I had about 20 seconds until the trigger was pulled so I threw the gun away from me and jumped into a pod, teleporting myself back to the planet. I looked up to where the ships were and saw a huge explosion of green. Tears began to stream from my face, my one possession. The only thing I owned. I had sacrificed everything I had to save the planet. My job was done. There were others far more fit to do my job. So, as you are listening to this story on this tape, I am dead. Dead inside not actually dead damnit. I plan to apply for a job at the dmv. One of the most mind numbing jobs in the universe.  *chzch beeeeep cxzchgzd.* 

Tape Over